Andrew's Point of View
I forget to breathe when I see her lying on that bed.
She lied on the bed with her eyes closed and her skin looked ghostly pale. Violet bags hang under her eyes and her lips are dry and colorless. A haunting serene expression decorates her face as if she's been asleep and never going to wake up. Her hands rest on her abdomen and she looks like a body resting in a coffin, ready to be buried deep into the earth and to be forgotten forever.
NO!
"Ah, Andrew! It's you! I have been waiting for you." The woman in the lab coat says, lowering the syringe down to inject it in my mate's neck. A growl vibrates my chest and I feel the dark side of Karl taking over me.
"You did this!" I growl out loud at her and she smiles at her.
"Indeed. She's my new project." She says nea
